𝐑 𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

SPINNING on your heels, you turned to face the voice. And there he is, the one and only Dynamight. He's a lot taller than you imagined, bigger too. 

Oftentimes, Pros tend to exaggerate features in advertisements and media such as weight and height to appear stronger and bigger than they actually are. You assumed Bakugou to be one of those, considering the controversy all around him as well as his brash and cocky attitude. You were wrong.

He's not in his hero suit, but rather casual work clothes- simple black dress pants and a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves, rolled back to his elbows. He must be off duty.

Then again, not everything a pro does is hero work. A solid 30% is advertising, paperwork, and meetings. Especially if something goes wrong. One scandal or lawsuit and a pro could be drowning in bureaucracy.

Sharp crimson eyes met with yours, staring at you intensely. You studied his features and expression. Furrowed eyebrows, a soft frown, and stubble littering his chin.

You cleared your throat, trying to be as professional and polite as you can. "Sorry about that. I'm _______. The Commission sent me-"

"I know who you are and why you're here. Let's go." He turned away and started to walk off, while you stood there, confused. Where are you going? What do you do with the box you're holding?

"Uh, what do I- uh-" You stammered nervously, trying to call after him. Noticing you weren't following, Dynamight turned back to see what you were doing.

He seemed to grow even more irritated than he was before, sighing and shaking his head. "Just leave it on Hanako's desk. C'mon, I don't have all day, you know."

I'm off to a great start.

You thought to yourself bitterly, putting your box on her desk. You walked over to him at a brisk pace, deciding not to jog. Once you got close enough, he turned away and continued to his office.

You trailed after him, following at a short distance, making sure you weren't walking too close or too far.

In a matter of seconds, you're there, and Bakugou pulls open the door, holding it open for you and gesturing for you to step inside. You thank him quietly, taking a seat across from the desk.

While he obviously seems like he doesn't want you here, he does have some manners....you know it's the bare minimum, but it's something you don't expect from him.

Then again, he knows that you're reporting to the commission, so it's not like he can tell you to fuck off or anything. He has to be civil with you, which you find amusing.

You glance around his office. It's relatively clean, besides the stacks of paperwork here and there. It's not surprising for a hero like him. You're sure most of the time, he's out of the office barely having time to do any of that paperwork, most likely passing it off to someone else. Like a sidekick or an intern.

But Bakugou doesn't have any sidekicks or interns..you hope that person isn't going to be you.

On the wall, there are two photos framed, one of his graduations from UA and him getting his license. He also has different certificates framed from various events. Unsurprisingly, he takes pride in his accomplishments.

There's also a framed photo on his desk, one of him standing with the number twelve hero, and his fiancé, Camie Utsushimi. They've been engaged for about two years now, and while you're sure many are anxious for them to get on with the wedding, you understand how chaotic hero life can be.

Then again, Bakugou seems like the type of guy to want to get the wedding over with as soon as possible. But you know it's none of you're business, and you're not one to judge, so you ignore your prying curiosity and focus on where you are right now.

Bakugou shut the door behind him, walking over and taking a seat behind his desk. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands, and glanced over at you with a bored expression.

"Tell me about yourself." You drew a blank at that, unsure of what to say. So you asked him. "Uh, well, what do you want me to-"

He let out an annoyed grunt, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his temples. Yeah, you have to work on your social skills, especially when it comes to intimidating pros that are your new bosses.

"How long have you been working for the commission? What did you do there? Why did you decide to come work here?" He questioned.

"I've been working for HPSC for about ten years, and I can't exactly tell you what I did, because most of my assignments are classified. But, I can tell you I worked in the field, so I worked as a prohero...but undercover, I guess you could say. And I left because..." You grew quiet, thinking it over, and trying to figure out the best way to word your answer.

"It was too much of a commitment. That job was basically my whole life, and I want more than that. I want more freedom and normality."

That's not the whole truth, but it's enough for him to know. "So you decided to work here?"

"Yeah." You smiled. Technically, you didn't really have a choice since the commission assigned you here, but you won't say anything about that.

"I'm just gonna warn you now, this job requires a lot of commitment. You're basically babysitting me, according to the commission. So if you don't want it, you're free to leave at any time. The only thing I have the freedom to control is having you with me during patrols and missions. If and when I think it's appropriate, I might have you tag along. But that's a very, very rare if. Most of the time, you'll be helping me through my schedule with meetings, press conferences, etc, but that's it. You got it?"

You nodded in understanding. Yeah, this is going to be quite an adjustment.

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FINALLY AN UPDATE OMG

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